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on abortion

please read ahead with an open and unjudgmental mind.

tonight i have been thinking on the topic of abortion. a random (and rather morbid) thing to be thinking about, i know. but nonetheless….

i was raised in a staunchly republican household. pro-choice was never an option for me to even consider. i was taught that life is sacred. and yet, somehow, my parents upheld war and the death penalty. (but i’m not going to get into that one tonight.) i was taught that women who had abortions were selfish and stupid, that they were murderers.

in trying to become my own woman, though, with my own beliefs, thoughts, opinions, i am rethinking and restructuring everything i ever was and was taught.

is abortion wrong? is it wrong for a follower of Jesus, like me, to even consider to support abortion? that is what i’ve been trying to determine.

what spurred this blog post was a book i have recently read: Grace Eventually, by Anne Lamott. in one chapter of the book, Anne addresses her stance on abortion. she is every bit pro-choice as my family was pro-life. upon reflection of the topic of abortion during a panel discussion, Anne writes:

 I thought about the photo op where President Bush had signed legislation limiting abortion rights, surrounded by nine self-righteous white married males, who had forced God knows how many girlfriends into doing God knows what…….The most important message I can carry and fight for is the sacredness of each human life, and reproductive rights for all women are a crucial part of that. It is a moral necessity that we not be forced to bring children into the world for whom we cannot be responsible and adoring and present. We must not inflict life on children who will be resented; we must not inflict unwanted children on society.”

i have to say that she brings up a very interesting point. after i read that i just sat in silence, feeling the evening breeze come in the window, cross the room, and rustle through my hair, me wrestling with my heart and everything i’ve ever believed. a woman’s choice of abortion is definitely not an easy choice. it is one that will likely affect her emotionally, and perhaps physically, for the rest of her life. it is one she makes with a heavy heart, bearing a burden no person should ever have to bear. it is not a choice that, as Anne writes, a white, wealthy married male with 3.2 kids and a suburban house with a white picket fence should be the one to make. he will never be in that position. as i thought about what i just read, i began to talk outloud to God: What do you think, God? What would you tell me if you were sitting on the couch, sipping a beer, conversing with me right now? Is it more cruel to bring a child into this harsh world than to have an abortion?  the more i talked, streams of tears began to curl out of my eyes. my heart became heavy. i tried to imagine myself facing the choice to have an abortion. what would i do?  if i had no money, if i had HIV-AIDS, if i were scared, if i had no one to talk to, if i were raped???? surely a man should not be the one to make this decision. when does life really begin? when does a child get her soul?  suddenly i thought of the story in the Bible (Luke 1:39-56) where Elizabeth, pregnant with a baby who will become John the Baptist, says to Mary, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As  soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy.”

 

and then i had my answer.

 

i will never judge a woman who has had an abortion. i will support her. i will put myself in her shoes. i will be Jesus to her. i will not throw stones. i will draw lines in the sand and wait for all of her accusers to leave. and i hope everyone of you would do the same.

 but for me, personally, abortion is not an option, will never be an option. i would have the baby, even if just to give her to a loving family who could give her the life she deserved.

because she has rights, too.

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wednesday night stream-of-consciousness

hello, dear friends.

 

another wednesday night is staring me down, or i am staring it down. either way i’m bored and i find myself wanting to type. so type, type, type. seriously, nothing really interesting to say, so just sit here and enjoy my babbling stream of consciousness.

 

 i’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately (cue song “Dreams” by The Cranberries)…one in which my teeth had fallen out. i think this was one brought on by the fact that i haven’t been to a dentist in over four years (thanks, crap insurance). there has been a sensitive-ish spot in one of my back teeth for quite awhile now, and so i just learned to chew on the other side of my mouth, but now there is a sore tooth there, too. so, yeah, no wonder i had that dream. other weird dreams, too, though: i could fly (probably from watching Heroes), i was cross country skiing, i was eviscerated by a serial killer (not a good dream). ok, new topic. i’m shuddering at the memory of that last dream.

 

i love trees: oak trees in the Fall, pinetrees in winter, redbuds in spring, maple trees in the summer. trees tell the story of Jesus, and of our life with him. in the fall, the leaves turn blood red and die; in winter, new life stirs beneath the icy bark, but the outside appears hopeless; in spring life shoots out. screaming “I’m alive!”; in summer, the leaves are at their full glorious potential of life. in order for life to begin again, there must be death. no matter what season, though, the branches are raised, their fingery twigs pointing to their Creator, except, of course, for willows. ok. that kind of ruins my illustration. so never mind. i guess that’s what i get for trying to spiritualize trees.

 

time for a rant: there are roughly two kind of people that i abhor (at least for this story, anyway): people who mark in books they do not own; and holier-than-thous who cross out cuss words in said books. i’ve been reading an Anne Lamott book that i got from the library. if you’ve ever read any of Anne’s stuff, well, let’s just say she’s very candid. so a previous reader happened to cross out the word “shitty” in ink and then write above it the word “awful”, which is just not a good substitute for shitty. i mean, does a pile of steaming, rancid excrement come to your mind immediately when you hear the word awful? it just bothered me. come on person, get off your moral clydesdale, and look around you. sometimes shitty is the only appropriate word, and life is full of it. that brings me to another thought: who decided that “bad” words are bad? i think a non-bad word used negatively against another being is worse than a bad word used in a non-human-bashing context. any thoughts?

 

 

 

i ordered this book today. have you read it? i’m pretty excited about it- in fact, i’ve been wanting to read it for a long time now, but my library doesn’t have it. so i caved and amazoned it.

 

 

 

 

 

the 5th season of The Office begins tomorrow! i hope it doesn’t disappoint.

 

well…i got the blog-craving out of my system for the night, so i think i’m going to tuck this little keyboard into bed, and then head there myself…eventually.

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disappointed…

the other day i watched an online excerpt of the Colbert Report (love that man) when Anne Lamott appeared as a guest. i have read several of her books, and her story has been very inspirational to me, as well as her very eloquent style of writing. she is as real as it gets.

 

however, she said something that really stabbed at my heart (in addition to using feminine pronouns when referring to God) she said in reference to finding God is that there is one mountain, but many paths. she didn’t elaborate, but that still really bothered me. she claims that Jesus is this radical, wonderful person, and yet, she is basically calling him a liar (“I am the Way and the Truth and the Life, no one comes to the Father except by me.” – John 14:6).

 

how is that worth it? i mean, if there are many paths, then i have to say, why am i on this one?

 

come on, Anne.

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